Sunday, January 20, 2008
Last time I moved, I swore to never move my records again. That's why all but the 45s are still in the garage.
I have everything I need to get vinyl out of my life. Turntable with amplifier, RCA cables, USB cable, USB Digital Audio Processor borrowed off of Babc0ck, record cleaner, and several hundred semi-rare indie 45s collected between 1982 and 1995.
Don't worry. I'm not planning to save it all as tinny MP3s. This Babc0ck-machine combined with his recommended software is going to make CD quality recordings. I'll import them into iTunes once I've saved them all as high-quality files to CD. I'll probably need his help initially. He's obsessed with sound.
What will I do with all these records once I'm done? I'm not sure. Some of them are just trash. But a quick browse across the Web informs me that the 45s alone are worth hundreds. Maybe I can get a portion of that if I sell them to the famed vinyl story in Princeton. I'll do some reconnaissance in a few weeks, when Henry the Ford and I taxi Craig to school, where he is gonna teach the kiddies some of that video-journo stuff like he did in Cairo.